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Mina, the 57th queen of Sapphirus, was faced with her worst nightmare: A human mate. She came from generations of magical creatures, and she was not just expected to, she was fated to marry a human. It wasn't enough that she'd been cursed to carry the dagger within her chest for her whole life under the thumb of her father. Then the darkness, the very entity she and her soon-to-be husband are supposed to protect the kingdom from, rears its ugly head during wedding preparations. How are they supposed to protect the kingdom with a king who can't even dance?

A cursed demon wolf king. A cast-out human princess deemed unworthy by her family and the entire kingdom. Elora’s Reincarnation led to a suprising twist when she became a bargaining chip between the human kingdom and the wolf pack. The wolf king shouldn’t have a mate. He was cursed to live in this world in solitude. So why is Elora drawn to him? And why does he look at her like she is his entire world? Fate has been written once again. But this time, she won’t be denied. Was she given a new life, just to be doomed the second time, or is Elora finally about cheat fate?

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Seraphina Vale grew up unwanted. An orphan passed from one home to another until she learned that happy endings were best found between pages, not in real life. By adulthood, she was a broke writer, living on instant noodles and failed manuscripts, clinging to dreams that never sold. Then her best friend mailed her a “souvenir” — a tiny glass bottle supposedly holding phoenix tears. She laughed, made a wish, and the next thing she knew… she woke up in another world. A world where dragons run corporations, fox spirits manage PR, and even gorgons hold seats in the boardroom. And her? She’s not even the heroine. Just a phoenix side character and worse, a defective one. As if being cannon fodder wasn’t bad enough, the System whispers her only way home: die. Easy to say, but impossible when phoenixes don’t stay dead. Every time she burns out, she rises again, trapped in the same cruel loop. Then there’s her boss… Lucian Drake, the Ice Dragon CEO with glacial eyes and a reputation as the perfect gentleman. In the original story, Lucian Drake was fated to betray her. His carefully planned affection was only a trap to draw out the real heroine. The system keeps warning her: 'don’t trust him, don’t fall for him.' But how can she not when he smiles like that, when his voice softens, when his smallest gestures feel too genuine to be scripted? So she lets herself believe, just a little… that maybe this story could change. Maybe this time, she could change her roles. But stories have rules. And when the truth surfaces, it cuts deep. She was never the one. Just a substitute. A pawn in his plan to lure the real heroine back. And yet, when everything falls apart, when the truth burns through their carefully built lies, Lucian is the one left chasing after the phoenix he broke. If Seraphina wants to escape, she’ll have to survive office politics, respawn cycles, and a love that was never meant to be hers. Because even if the coldest dragon learns to love her too late... it might already be her turn to fly away. [Transmigration] [Fantasy Romance] [Enemies to Lovers] [Rebirth Loop] [Substitute Female Lead] [Cold CEO Dragon] [Phoenix FL] [Chasing Her Back] [Emotional Betrayal] [Second Male Lead Redemption] [Slow Burn] P/s : This story is written primarily in first-person (Seraphina’s POV) with occasional third-person scenes from Lucian’s perspective to show events outside her knowledge. Expect sarcasm, emotional chaos, and dragons with communication issues.

In a snowstorm, ten-year-old Aemma saves a dying girl with nothing but a scarf. She never knew that girl—Gu Liang—was the lost imperial heir. Years later, Gu Liang rises as crown princess, radiant and ruthless. Aemma, her strategist, builds a new system for women to climb the court ladder, turning herself into the sharpest blade against the old aristocracy. But power breeds obsession. Gu Liang’s love twists into possession, while Aemma’s eyes still seek freedom beyond the palace walls. At the peak of empire, Gu Liang offers not a command but a plea: “I’m not ordering you, Aemma. I’m asking you—stay. Not trapped, but free. With me.” This is a dual female lead story of palace intrigue, ambition, and slow-burn romance—where an empress and her strategist reshape history together.

Aliena Vampangel is a princess from another time that travels to Earth to create a community of vampangels. She is looking around the world for the best choice of people that she can help create a network of vampangels. The history of vampangels is unknown to people of the XXI century and she is here to disclose it.

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Authors Note: I am not quitting the book, updates our sporadic as I settle in to my new home, check comments in new chapters for updated pictures of our new safe home!***

In a realm where magic and ambition blend, Rhiannon, the rebellious daughter of the Demon Queen, shocks her world by choosing the kitchen over elite magecraft. She's got one goal: to outshine her legendary great-grandmother, Leora, by mastering the culinary arts at the top magical academy. But when Rhiannon meets Maeve, a mesmerizing teacher whose lessons go way beyond the kitchen. Their forbidden romance start. With a fiery dragon by her side, a fiercely protective twin sister, and an unquenchable passion for cooking, Rhiannon's path is one of defiance and discovery. Can she rise to become the greatest chef across both realms, or will the flames of forbidden love consume her dreams?

Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!” Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.” “Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl. Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”

I lost my memory, and the only thing I know is that something inside me keeps pulling me toward that girl. The first time I saw her, it felt like reuniting with a lover I’d been separated from for a thousand years. The first time I touched her, some sealed, primitive instinct in my body was ripped open. I didn’t understand anything— not until the war truly began. She isn’t human. She’s the last bloodline of the elves, the one both humans and the undead are fighting to claim. And I— I’m the vampire who lost her with my own hands a thousand years ago. I forgot her. But I’m still drawn to her. She becomes the prey… and the eye of the storm. With the frontline closing in from both humans and the undead, there’s only one thing left for me to do— take her back, no matter the cost. “If being with you means standing against the world… then I’ll just destroy the world.”

"She's the enemy I can't kill and the mate I can't release." Seraphina was cursed from birth and hated for her father’s sins. She was never meant to survive—let alone have a mate. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, she meets him. The Alpha who led the rebellion that destroyed her family and killed her father. Now, he is her mate. He says he hates her, yet marries her by force. He swears he despises her, but his touch claims her like she already belongs to him. So, how do you escape someone who never wanted you but refuses to let you go?

What happens when the world's deadliest werewolf hunter falls for her most dangerous target? Scarlett Hunter has one rule: never let them live. For nine years, she's been the supernatural world's most feared assassin, hunting down rogue werewolves with ruthless precision. So when she receives a million-dollar contract to capture Alexander Kane—the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast—it should be just another job. But Alexander Kane has a secret that changes everything. Instead of running, he begs her to help him. Cursed to lose his humanity three nights every month, he's desperate enough to trust his life to his would-be killer. The solution lies in Scarlett's blood—literally. Her touch can tame the beast inside him, but the intimacy required creates a dangerous addiction neither of them saw coming. As their blood bond deepens into something far more dangerous than desire, Scarlett discovers the truth about her own mysterious past. She's not just any hunter—she's the last survivor of an extinct werewolf bloodline, and her former mentor has been orchestrating her entire life to harvest her unique genetic gifts. Now caught between the man she's falling for and the mentor who made her everything she is, Scarlett must decide: complete her mission and claim her revenge, or protect the Alpha who's awakened something wild and untamed in her heart. But in a world where love bites back, some contracts are written in blood—and some debts can only be paid with your soul. A steamy paranormal romance featuring a badass female assassin, a cursed billionaire Alpha, and enough sexual tension to set your Kindle on fire. Perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs and Jennifer L. Armentrout.

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

Aphiwe survived. She survived a Jokai attack, and no one has ever survived the creature's venom. But it has produced massive consequences in that she is trapped inside of her own body. Desperate to heal and recover, she accepts an offer from her mother. There is a way that can save her body, reading a book. The book makes it clear. IF YOU READ THIS BOOK, YOU WILL DIE. And so she has begun and her world has started to change, she can see things inside of others. It's not clear how it helps her body but her world is expanding. But no one lives in a vacuum. Her surviving has created great attention throughout all the great houses and even the Matriarch Prime. But Aphiwe is the daughter of Thato Ndlovu-Sana ninth daughter of the Ndlovu-Sana great house, who hold secrets that could get them and their entire sisterhood killed. This is a tale of a child's growth, a mother's love and a potentially criminal organization that is trying to be discovered and destroyed.

When the Qing Dynasty collapses in flame and blood, twelve-year-old Princess Wan Li is forced to flee her burning palace in the disguise of a servant. With her mother’s final words echoing in her ears—“Obedience will keep you alive, but wisdom will save your soul”—she enters a world that no longer has a place for obedient women or fallen royalty. Rescued by a cold, sharp-eyed young marshal, then delivered to a powerful political family who was once meant to protect her, Wan Li survives the next five years through submission, silence, and shattered dreams. By seventeen, she is beautiful, gentle, and utterly unprepared for modern China. But fate brings her back to the young marshal—now a feared leader. And in the bustling halls of Shanghai University, she is thrust into a dangerous web of desire and reawakening: Zhang Xue Lin, the young Marshal who saved her twice Yuan Kezhen, the gentle scholar she was once promised to Li Shan, the fallen emperor who believes she still belongs to him As politics fracture, loyalties twist, and old monarchists rise in secret, the last princess must decide—a heart she never learned to trust, a future she was never taught to dream, and a world determined to claim her. For the first time in her life, Wan Li must choose not obedience— but herself. (This is the novel I recreated a Qing princess in the Republican era. i feel that I made a mistake there)

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?

Princess Elara has lived her entire life as a pawn in her father's game of power. She's never chosen her own dress, her own words, or her own path. And now, she cannot choose her own husband. The King has arranged her marriage to Prince Kael of Shadowmere, a kingdom wrapped in mystery, ruled by a family touched by ancient magic. They say Prince Kael is cursed. They say his shadow moves on its own. They say anyone who gets too close to him... disappears. But Elara soon discovers that rumors are only half-truths, and the darkness surrounding her new husband might be the least dangerous thing in her new home. Because Shadowmere holds secrets, secrets that could swallow kingdoms whole. And Elara, the forgotten princess who was never supposed to matter, might be the only one who can bring them to light. Or be consumed by them. In a world where power is everything and love is a luxury, can a caged princess and a cursed prince find freedom in each other? Or will the shadows claim them both?

Princess Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by mean whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the raging river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches in and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?